I've grown to wear the shape of a woman, down to my stony spine…. I like to be her taste, salty waves and peachy sweet from the lushness of my hips to the firm round of palm-sized breasts. Meek, compared to the size of the fullest moon, I am the shape of a woman. I delight to be her scent... the breeze of an undertow or the tingle of an acrid sandalwood fire.